Chapter 263: Inhuman (71) (1st update + 2nd update + 5,700 thunderbolts) [VIP]
Guan Hongyan started and turned over.
"What's wrong?" Dita was startled by the noise and raised her head sleepily.
After tossing and turning all night, everyone was very sleepy, so she and Xiao Tang fell asleep almost as soon as they hit the bed.
The sofa was too small, and if Guan Hongyan made a loud noise, the two of them would be able to feel it.
"What happened? What happened?" Xiao Tang also woke up suddenly.
"The child just now was not asleep!" Guan Hongyan stared at the direction of the child, watching him rubbing his eyes and getting out of bed. Lao Guan then put on a coat and took out a small cup from the cabinet for him, then poured a cup of hot water and told him to drink it carefully.
"Ah?" Dita's brain was a mess, and it took her a few seconds to react before she spoke, "W-what do you mean?"
"The kid wasn't asleep?" Xiao Tang sat up with his pillow in his arms, his hair messy, "Did he hear it?"
"I don't know," Guan Hongyan's eyes remained motionless, "I'll see what happens next."
The two girls behind him were so sleepy that their brains were a mess. They responded mumbledly, then fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair.
Guan Hongyan watched the child get out of bed, drink a few sips of water, then climb back into bed and sleep between the two of them, and he never moved again.
that's all?
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, as they were about to close in the next second due to extreme sleepiness, and couldn't help but lean forward.
This kid just got out of bed to drink some water?
On the bed in the bedroom, all three of them seemed to be asleep.
She watched for a few minutes, feeling very sleepy, but she couldn't hold on any longer and finally leaned on Dita's shoulder and closed her eyes.
When they woke up again, the three of them were woken up by Huangmao.
"Sister Xiao Tang! Sister Xiao Tang! Sister Ta! Sister Hua!" Huang Mao shook the three people sleeping on the sofa one by one, "Wake up, something seems wrong!"
"What's wrong?" Guan Hongyan felt a splitting headache.
Huang Mao said hurriedly: "Er Ge heard a noise outside, and when he woke up, the two people in the bedroom were gone, and the courtyard was full of people!"
"What's wrong?" Dita struggled to sit up, "Did something happen to Dai Quan's team again?"
"Did the people living in this yard tonight violate the law of heaven?" Xiao Tang sat up with messy hair and an angry look, "What happened again!"
"Dai Quan's team is gone." Bai Jinshu walked in from outside and said as he stood at the door, "There are only those hooligans and children in the small courtyard outside now, and..."
"And?" Guan Hongyan moved her neck which was stiff from sleeping.
"Moreover, the child at this time only looked like he was two or three years old," Yuan Shanming said after a long breath, "The time in this illusion doesn't seem to be linear."
"ah?"
Now, the three girls in the room were completely awake.
The three people hurriedly got down from the sofa and walked towards the courtyard.
Sure enough, there were quite a few people standing in the courtyard. The child was placed on Sixth Brother’s lap, and the expression on his face looked much more childish.
The thugs in the courtyard also looked a little younger, and it seemed that the time in the illusion had indeed gone back more than a year.
"Why haven't my brother and eldest brother come back yet?" The third-born thug walked back and forth in the yard, his face full of anxiety. "It's been more than two hours."
"Don't turn around, Lao San! It makes people dizzy!" Someone pulled him and forced him to sit on a stool, "What's the point of being anxious?"
"I should have known I shouldn't have let my brother and eldest brother go out!" A gangster said with a look of regret on his face.
“S-Sorry…” At the edge of the courtyard, two barefoot girls summoned up the courage to speak, “We… We don’t usually have undead spirits appearing there! This is the first time we’ve seen one too!”
"No one blames you, why are you rushing to speak out and get scolded!" The third-ranked thug spoke a little aggressively. After scolding the two girls, he fired at the others, "What if my brother and the eldest brother don't go out? Your area was originally assigned to us a few days ago. If we had just merged in a few days ago and then encountered the undead today, would we still be able to survive in Purple Street in the future!"
"Alright, alright, don't be so aggressive," the man who had just pulled him back pulled him back again, stopping him from saying anything more outrageous, "We're all worried, so the two of you shouldn't just stand there, find a place to sit down."
"There must be something wrong with the undead this time," someone said bitterly, "That area was fine before it was merged, why did we run into trouble after it was merged? The territory of Fang Liu next door is close to the edge of the city, and there are all kinds of undead ghosts and monsters in it every day. More than a dozen people were killed in a week, and they have been jealous of us. That area is so close to them, maybe they deliberately lured the undead and ghosts over there!"
"It's not impossible..." The third brother gritted his teeth, "We should have killed all those grandsons long ago!"
"It's already past five in the morning..." One of the gangsters couldn't help but stand up, "My brother and I have been gone for more than two hours. It's never been this long."
"This situation...it should be that the two people went out to deal with the undead in their jurisdiction, and then never came back." Dita looked for a long time and finally figured out what was going on.
"This timeline is probably before the time we just went through..." Bai Jinshu's eyes swept across everyone in the courtyard and stopped at the two barefoot girls. "Are these two people here to seek help?"
The two girls looked about 12 or 13 years old, taller than the average girl, but incredibly thin, with scratches of all sizes all over their ankles and feet, but their skin was not rough. It didn't look like they had no shoes to wear, but that they had lost their shoes while running.
Losing your shoes while running shows how critical the situation is.
"Why don't we go over there!" The sixth brother was worried and suddenly looked up and said, "Let's go help my brother and the eldest brother!"
"What are you crazy about?!" As soon as he said this, everyone looked over.
"Brother and eldest brother...it's been more than two hours," the sixth brother said with a trembling voice, "I'm worried..."
"What the hell are you talking about!" The third brother threw a cup at him.
"Alright, alright! You're starting to fight!" One of the hooligans stood up and hurriedly picked up the child sitting on Sixth Brother's lap, "Kid, go to my room and sleep first, okay? It's almost dawn, and you won't grow tall if you don't sleep, so go to sleep first."
"Okay." The child nodded seriously.
"I'll carry you in." The gangster carried him towards the tall and thin man's room. The child lay on his shoulders and met the eyes of the two barefoot girls in the yard.
The two girls looked away first.
"Fifth brother," the kid pulled the gangster's collar and whispered in his ear, "Is it possible that my brother and eldest brother are in trouble?"
Not at all! "The gangster quickly refused.
Before he finished speaking, someone behind him shouted, "If my brother and eldest brother can't deal with the undead, we'll just die if we go! You, the fucking person, will be the biggest help if you just stay in the yard!"
"Well... yes," the thug paused awkwardly, "but this is between us, just sleep well tonight."
The child blinked: "Brother and sister said..."
"Kid," the thug interrupted him quickly, "usually we don't care about your imaginary brothers and sisters. After all, you don't have many friends of similar age in the whole Purple Street. But now the situation is serious. You stay in your room tonight and don't go out. Got it?"
"...Oh." The child blinked and was carried to the bed obediently.
"This kid's brother and sister..." Xiao Tang blinked subtly, "It's not actually delusional, right?"
"It's the barrage," Bai Jinshu narrowed his eyes and looked at the child's expression. "Before we knew he wasn't a native, none of us thought in this direction. But now it seems that when he often stares at the blank space in front of him and says brother or sister, isn't he just reading the barrage?"
"But doesn't he have a contract with the investment bank?" Xiao Tang was puzzled. "Then where did his live broadcast room come from?"
"Inherited from his mother." Yuan Shanming suddenly spoke.
"This is the only explanation," he looked at everyone, "Only one person from the foundation can survive. The child's mother, who was the person who signed the contract, died. The moment she died, the child was born again. No one has ever encountered this bug before. Maybe when the birth and death happened at the same time, the live broadcast room would also be transferred?"
There is no other explanation besides this.
"So he is actually a person with a live broadcast room, but he can have unlimited hope for the posthumous child of an investment bank employee in the Novice Village..." Guan Hongyan stroked his chin thoughtfully, "In addition, he can also block the dead and ghosts, and call for off-site rescue at any time to give directions or suggestions."
This is too cheating.
If nothing unexpected happens, if he grows up normally and inherits the gang normally, it is only a matter of time before Purple Street is unified by such a gang full of cheats.
But more than a decade later when the child was almost an adult, why didn't this gang unify Purple Street?
The more they learned about this strange child, the more confused they became.
The hooligans in the yard were quarreling more and more out of control. Sixth brother seemed to be also a little too angry and clamored to go out to help his two brothers. He was pinned to the ground and cursed by several people.
The two girls who came for help seemed to realize that the two gang leaders who went to deal with the undead were in an uncertain state of life or death. They sat in the corner with some fear, holding hands tightly together, not knowing whether they were giving each other courage or comforting each other through physical contact.
"Why don't we go and see what's going on?" Dita thought for a moment and said, "Since this time period is before the time period of the illusion just now, they must not be dead. There must be a reason why this scene appeared in the illusion. Some of us should stay here so as not to miss any clues, and the other part should go and see what these two people encountered?"
The proposal was immediately approved by everyone.
The yellow-haired guy said that he would not join in the fun and would just stay here, and the fitness guy nodded repeatedly.
One of the two team leaders always had to stay behind to avoid missing any clues that might flash by. Dita was going to find those two people, so naturally Yuan Shanming chose to stay.
The people who would stay had been decided, and the rest of the people headed outside.
After all, Dita was the leader in the City of Violence. Although she had never been to the depths of Purple Street, she could still vaguely identify the road based on her sense of direction.
Not to mention, they don't actually need to know the direction.
Not far from the courtyard, you can hear various fighting sounds.
The nights on Purple Street are not very peaceful either.
Just as Dita said, each gang is responsible for the safety of the residential areas in its own area. The price of collecting protection fees is to ensure their safety at night. Although there are no city guards using various high-tech equipment, every gang member needs to use his fists to deal with these things at night.
There were sounds of fighting everywhere, and they followed the sound to several places. Finally, when they found a slightly remote alley, they saw the two men.
The undead before him seemed to be made up of some disgusting liquid, shining with a disgusting luster even in the moonless night in the city of violence.
This thing was huge and bloated, piled at the end of the road. Several doors of the houses next to it had been destroyed. A faint light came out of the room, illuminating the two people in front of the undead.
Only at this moment did everyone feel the fighting power of these two people very intuitively.
According to the gangsters, they had been gone for more than two hours, which meant that the fight here had been going on for more than two hours.
But the two men's faces showed only solemnity without much signs of exhaustion. Lao Guan even had enough strength to avoid the debris of the door on the ground.
The undead had been forced into a corner by them, and two limbs that might have been hands or something else were sliding weakly on the ground, looking like they were dying.
"Hurry up," the tall and thin man leaned against the wall to estimate the distance, and shouted towards the half-destroyed bungalow, "Hurry!"
"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!" More than a dozen people ran out of the room. It was hard to imagine that so many people could be crowded in such a room.
Several young children had tears of fear on their faces. They received the signal from the tall and thin man and ran quickly towards the far end of the road.
One of them ran too fast and stumbled, but he did not dare to stop. He got up and continued running, dragging his leg with a scraped knee, not daring to stop at all.
When these people ran away, the undead seemed unwilling to give up and stretched out its claws towards them again.
Lao Guan swung the stick in his hand and stabbed it hard into the monster's front paw.
The undead began to tremble violently.
"It's almost gone!" Lao Guan shouted, "Do you still have that thing?"
"It's gone!" The tall and thin man quickly replied, "I should have taken more last time. Did you see where the core of this thing is?"
"It should be... above the head!" Lao Guan hesitated.
"Give me the dynamite," the tall and thin man took something from him, "Hold it, I'll go up and blow him up!"
The undead seemed to understand what the two people said and began to struggle violently.
Lao Guan threw away the iron rod in his hand, looked around, and actually pulled down the door nailed to the wall.
"These two people..." The triggerers stood not far from the two of them, watching the tall and thin man take a few steps to climb onto the roof, jump on one bungalow after another, and then look for a suitable position around the undead. They all showed thoughtful expressions.
"This old level is all about brute force," Bai Jinshu frowned and said what everyone else didn't say, "In comparison, the other one is much more methodical."
When Lao Guan was fighting against the Undead, it could be seen that he was completely relying on his physical fitness to use brute force. His strength was amazing, and his every move was a very classic street gangster style. Basically, there were only very simple chopping and swinging movements, and there was no coordination of any other moves at all.
In comparison, the tall and thin man looked like a professional.
His moves are extremely standardized, or in other words, extremely methodical, with a distinct style and traces of training. This kind of skill cannot be acquired by oneself. It must have been developed through long-term, systematic training under someone's instruction.
"It's almost the same as Sister Hua..." Little Tang seemed to be thinking about something, "They all practiced boyish skills since they were young, and it's hard to cultivate them later in life."
Guan Hongyan coughed lightly with a guilty conscience, exchanged glances with Cen Bingqi beside him, and changed the subject: "It seems that there is no problem. These two people can solve the problem by themselves. They don't need us."
Indeed, it looked like these two men were about to finish off the undead.
Although I don’t know what the core they are talking about is, but from the name I can tell that it is probably the heart of these undead and monsters.
As ordinary people without any special powers, these gang members who often fight against undead ghosts with bare hands must have summed up a set of folk remedies to deal with undead ghosts.
Maybe this is one of the ways.
As long as the core of the undead is confirmed, it can be killed with one blow.
The battle in front of them was almost over. Not only the two people fighting, but even the triggerers breathed a sigh of relief. Dita even said directly: "It seems that the problem is probably not here. The reason for the sudden change of this illusion may be in Xiao..."
Before she finished speaking, something strange happened.
After an explosion, the expected disappearance of the undead did not come. The undead that was forced into a corner and was dying a few seconds ago suddenly swelled up, and its size suddenly became three or four times its previous size.
"Shit!" Lao Guan shouted very loudly, "This thing has two cores!"
In the past two hours, it had been hiding another core in its body, waiting for the moment when they let down their guard.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and thin man who was closest to the monster was suddenly thrown away, fell heavily to the ground, and suddenly stopped moving.
“Damn it.” Although she knew he wouldn’t die, Dita couldn’t help but shout, “At this height, his internal organs will be shattered, right?”
This monster was at least two stories high and about five or six meters tall. It would have been fine if there was some force dissipation when it came down from this height, but the tall and thin man fell straight down like a flat plate.
In this posture, a height of five or six meters is enough to cause some irreparable damage.
Lao Guan obviously also saw this and his eyes were bloodshot.
But in the next second, he was unable to withstand the attack of the undead, and his left arm was pierced through by the steel pipe he had thrown away before.
"Hiss..." Xiao Tang frowned, "This wound is so severe that my arm is useless."
But now, the bigger problem is obviously not the broken arm or shattered internal organs.
Both of them lost their fighting ability. The undead was no longer restricted and its body expanded even larger.
Then, it planned to get rid of the two troublesome bugs.
Just when the two were on the verge of death, Bai Jinshu suddenly seemed to hear Xiao Tang's name.
Is someone calling Xiao Tang?
"Sister Xiao Tang! Sister Xiao Tang!"
"Who called me?" Xiao Tang raised his head.
Someone is actually shouting?
"Sister Xiao Tang!" It was Huang Mao, who was running out of breath and appeared at the end of the road. "Sister Xiao Tang, kid!"
Xiao Tang: “Ah?”
Before she finished speaking, a small figure ran out from the yellow-haired man.
It's a child.
Behind the child were several other members of the exploration team who remained in the yard.
The two groups looked at each other, and saw doubt and confusion on each other's faces.
"How did he get out?"
"Why are these two dying?"
Both sides spoke at the same time.
"Brother...big brother?" The child tentatively ran forward a few steps.
With just these few steps, the undead suddenly disappeared like a burst soap bubble.
"Cough, cough, cough..." The tall and thin man propped up half of his body, turned his head and frowned to look at the undead, then looked into the distance.
"Child?" He was puzzled.
"Brother!" The child ran over, "Are you okay?"
"I... of course I'm fine," the tall and thin man paused, and actually stood up, "Who asked you to come?"
“No one called me…” The child lowered his head as if he had done something wrong, “I… sneaked out by myself! My brothers and sisters said I could come and save you! So I came… and used the trick you taught me to escape.”
"Hmm," the tall and thin man hummed with an indiscernible expression, pinched his arm to check if there were any scratches, and his tone could not tell whether he was happy or angry, "You've become more capable."
"I understand..." Guan Hongyan suddenly realized, "This illusion is how these two people discovered that children can block the dead!"
The look of surprise and confusion on the tall and thin man's face just now could not be faked. He obviously didn't know that children could be like this before.
"It was because of the conversation in the illusion just now that the nightmare master suddenly remembered this past event, which led to the change of the illusion!" Dita also figured it out.
"So..." Bai Jinshu's eyes wandered back and forth at the end of the alley, "Aren't there only three people who know that the child can block the undead and know the details of this past event?"
This unexpected non-linear illusion suddenly narrowed the scope of the nightmare owners to three people.
The triggerers stood at the end of the alley, watching the three people slowly leave, with the same conflicted expressions on their faces.
Among these three people, who will be the nightmare master?
"How about we try them one by one?" The fitness guy suggested, "If we want to enter the illusion, we have to poke someone's lungs, right? Let's try them one by one?"
"no."
"Need not.
Bai Jinshu and Yuan Shanming said in unison.
"You come." Yuan Shanming motioned Ersi to speak.
"Obviously, this nightmare is different from Master Zhan's nightmare," Bai Jinshu lowered his eyes, "Master Zhan just regretted not completing the Chef King Competition, but this environment is very obvious. It's not regretting one thing. It's recalling something that happened more than ten years ago."
This means that there will be more than just these two scenes that will appear next.
Everyone nodded.
"Due to the special nature of memories, it is very likely that the things that would cause him to regret did not happen during this period of time," Bai Jinshu nodded thoughtfully, "I prefer that we continue to follow the illusion and not disturb it. Rather than provoking the nightmare master to enter the environment too early, I would rather know what happened more than ten years ago."
"Yes, yes, it's mainly about the fog," Xiao Tang continued, "This thing is a bit weird. It has existed for more than ten years and no one knows about it. It has even entangled Shi Pang's team. I think this thing will appear again in the future."
"I agree," Guan Hongyan nodded. "We can't be sure who the owner of the illusion is, or what his regrets are. So even if we enter the illusion, we may not be able to find a way to break it, and we may even interfere with the course of events. The fact that we won the Chef Championship last time means that the illusion can be changed by us, so I agree not to interfere for the time being."
"That makes sense..." Dita thought for a few minutes, "But the problem is...if we continue like this, the people who recall the past won't be tired, but we will be exhausted to death..."
They didn't know how long they had slept, but it was definitely not the normal sleeping time.
This is how you train an eagle to survive. If it continues like this, no one can bear it.
"How about we use the old method and divide into groups," Bai Jinshu nodded, "We divide into two groups, one to catch up on sleep and the other to follow these three people and find out what caused them to have regrets."
Although people are not allowed to sleep here, this place is obviously different from the danger-ridden Touzhou Village.
No one can see them, which means they can take shifts.
"Okay." Dita quickly decided, "Then let's stick with this grouping. Let's go back to the courtyard and talk about it first."
In the distance, daybreak has already arrived.
The night on Purple Street is over.
The sounds of fighting in the street gradually stopped, and when they walked back, they saw several teams carrying corpses and walking in the same direction.
"That's the person who died last night," Dita said, "This is what happens in Purple Street..."
How orderly can a city's slums be? The reason why the population has not exploded over the years is that people die here every night. The city guards do not protect Purple Street, which is actually a means of controlling the number of poor people.
Everyone watched the teams carrying the bodies away. As the sun rose, every household began to carefully open their tightly closed door panels. A local dog with a bald patch of fur came out from the crack of a family's door and began to run and bark along the street.
The early morning of Purple Street begins.
The battle that took place at the door last night left deep and shallow marks on the body. Blood mixed with something unknown and solidified on the ground. After the people on Purple Street finished washing, they poured water at the door to remove the last traces of last night's battle.
"Sugar water - sugar water -" some children shouted while walking in the streets.
"What happened last night?"
"It seems that several houses were smashed."
"Hiss...which gang are you from?"
The crowd gathered together and whispered about what happened last night before starting work.
"Don't run, kid! Stop!"
"Oh, it's just a piece of food from your house." The thin boy nimbly passed through the triggerers.
"Damn it! Don't let me catch you next time!"
"Uncle Deng, are you ready to work? Make me a new weapon. This time I want a double-edged knife." The gangster who had just been through a fierce battle last night crossed the area to find the blacksmith.
"The only double-edged ones are swords and daggers, not knives."
"Hey, it's not like I don't have money, I'll beat him up," the thug scratched his ear, "Here, I brought you all the scrap metal."
"Interrupted last night?"
"Yeah, it broke right in the middle. Make it thicker this time."
Across the early morning Zijie residential area, in front of a small courtyard, Dai Quan and Lao Guan were talking: "I'll take the team away and come back after I finish dealing with this."
"Okay," Lao Guan waved his hand, "I won't see you off."
"No, no." Dai Quan came with ten people and left with nine.
"Time goes back again..." Xiao Tang stroked his chin and watched the group of people walk away, then flew to the room closest to him, "Comrades! I'll go to sleep first!"
She did what she said and just lay down and fell asleep.
The rest of the people looked at each other in bewilderment. Yuan Shanming waved his hand and said, "I'm not very sleepy yet. I'll stay with you for a while while you guys catch up on your sleep."
"Then I'll go with you," the gym brother thought for a moment, "You go with that kid, and I'll go with these two."
Since these two people volunteered, the rest of the people didn't bother to be polite and found a room to catch up on some sleep.
Bai Jinshu also found a room and lay down in it. After closing his eyes, he felt someone lying next to him. He guessed it was Huangmao. The boy might feel that it was a bit unsafe to be alone in a room, so he didn't think much about it. He turned over and fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, Dita came over and knocked on the door: "We are changing to the third shift here, Ersi, how was your rest?"
"It's okay..." Bai Jinshu rubbed his forehead, only to find that the person sharing the bed with him was Huai Jiamu.
Ghost story...does it also need to catch up on sleep?
He blinked slightly and looked up at Dita: "Did your first two shifts find any clues?"
"Don't tell me," Dita said, "It's true."
Bai Jinshu: ...
"The time of this illusion has been jumping since Dai Quan left," she spread her hands. "We suspect that this is because the nightmare owner only has a few memorable things, so his memories are more jumpy. Fortunately, this child is growing up, and every year he changes. We can barely recognize the time period of these environments."
"The first two squads... Brother Yuan and his men said there was nothing special when they were on guard. In the illusion, these two gang leaders were the first to enlighten the kid, and then taught him how to fight. The tall and thin man named Zhong taught him how to read and do math and so on."
"When I was guarding with Xiao Hong, nothing serious happened. It was just that the kid was over ten years old, the age of most kids in Purple Street, and the gangsters took him out to fight. There was also the first time he saw blood and the first time he killed someone in front of the two big brothers. Anyway, they were all small things. We suspect that because the real big thing hasn't started yet, the nightmare owner subconsciously dwells on these insignificant little things."
"I understand," Bai Jinshu turned over and got up, "You guys go back and catch up on your sleep. I'll be on duty with him this shift."
"...Okay," Dita looked at Huai Jiamu in the room, her tone a little worried, "Is it okay?"
"Yes." Bai Jinshu guessed that she was worried about whether this big Buddha, who never moved much, would guard this shift seriously, so he waved his hand and said, "How long will you guard it by yourself? When should I call the next shift?"
The next class should be Huangmao and Xiaotang.
"Three hours." Dita looked at it worriedly and went back to catch up on her sleep.
A shift is three hours, so he should have slept for about six hours.
There are eight people here divided into four shifts, each shift is three hours, so everyone can get just nine hours of sleep, which is quite scientific.
He walked out of the room and suddenly found that the courtyard was empty today.
Where are the people?
It was a bit noisy on the street outside. Bai Jinshu looked around and found that the yard was cleaned very cleanly today. Even the stools and a pair of wooden sticks that were usually thrown to the side were neatly sorted out. It looked incredibly tidy.
The noise in the street outside was growing louder.
There won't be a fight outside Purple Street in broad daylight, right?
Thinking that the child that Ditati had just mentioned had seen blood and even killed people, Bai Jinshu twitched his lips and walked outside.
As soon as he went out, he was stunned for a moment.
The streets outside were indeed full of people, but they were not fighting.
The street in front of the courtyard was covered with red leaves, and crowds of people gathered on both sides.
The residents of the entire street were laughing. It was a rare scene to see on Purple Street.
The Sixth Brother, who had been pinned to the ground in the yard a few hours ago and was shouting that he wanted to go out to help his brother fight, was now wearing an extremely formal suit and smiling like an idiot.
Next to him, there was a familiar girl, the "Sister Qingshan" who fed the child sugar water. She was wearing a tight white dress.
The train of the skirt was unusually large, so two people, also in suits, followed her to hold up the hem of her skirt.
The reason why they are not called flower children is obviously because these two people are no longer old enough to be called "children".
That's the kid and the girl's younger brother.
One was about ten years old, the other in his twenties. The two of them were holding up their skirts in an awkward manner, one higher than the other. Their faces did not show any reluctance, but instead they were smiling.
A group of people came into the courtyard in a noisy manner. A few young men outside howled to cheer, but were surrounded by a group of thugs in formal suits who followed behind and laughed and scolded them to shut up.
There have never been so many people coming into the courtyard.
Everyone worked in perfect tacit understanding and took out a pair of chopsticks and a bowl from their pockets. As the gangsters came and went, the people in the yard just squatted or sat in the yard with their meals in their hands, enjoying the "banquet" without a table.
The team leader Dai Quan was actually mixed in, happily competing with the kids from Purple Street for a piece of meat.
This is the wedding of Brother Xiang Liu.
He once said that the families in Purple Street were those who fought so many times that they felt they were compatible with each other, so they just lived together, and after living together for a long time, they became a family.
And now, he has a real family.
The child put down Sister Qingshan's skirt, pulled the tie on his collar uncomfortably, walked through the people in the yard and came to the tall and thin man: "Brother... can't this be taken off?"
"Wear them," the tall and thin man glanced at him with a fake smile, "You wild boars can't eat fine bran. Do you know how hard it is for me to go out and make custom suits for you guys? Wear them well until your neck falls off, and don't take them off."
Lao Guan next to him coughed lightly, and calmly put down his hand that was about to take off his bow tie, trying to pretend that he had not intended to make the same move just now.
"But this suit..." The kid frowned, his face full of disgust, "It's inconvenient to fight. My limbs are so tense, and I can't even lift my arms. How can I hit someone?"
"Well... well," Lao Guan tried to interrupt, "Everyone in Zi Street knows that we are having a wedding today. Who dares to come and fight? Come and try!"
"Yeah," the tall and thin man gave a threatening smile, "I will twist off anyone's head and hang it at the entrance of Purple Street."
"Ew..." The child shuddered, "Brother, your smile is really scary."
"How dare you talk to your brother, you little brat!" The sixth brother came over, grinning from ear to ear, "Brother, hey, let me toast you a glass."
"How much... did you drink?" The tall and thin man took a half step back and frowned in disgust.
"Not much, not much! Just half a cup!" Sixth Brother raised his voice to emphasize, and even picked up the cup to gesture.
"Well, I shouldn't have brought back the wine," Lao Guan said angrily under the murderous gaze of the tall and thin man, "Who would have known that these guys, whose best drink since childhood was sugar water, could not tolerate alcohol at all and get drunk as soon as they touched the wine."
The hooligans in the yard fell down, and so did the guests.
Sister Qingshan dragged the sixth brother who had started talking nonsense downstairs and pinched the back of his neck without any mercy, knocking the drunkard who had drunk half a glass of wine and started talking nonsense unconscious.
"Brother, eldest brother," she clapped her hands after dealing with the sixth brother, turned around and greeted the two of them cheerfully, "Should I call you that from now on?"
“It’s all right…it’s all right…” Lao Guan touched his head and smiled innocently.
The tall and thin man rolled his eyes: "Your alcohol tolerance is not much better, what a crap."
"Kid, throw your big brother into the room." He kicked the kid.
"Oh," the child touched the tip of his nose, blinked and smiled flatteringly, bargaining, "Then can I take off this suit? It's not comfortable for me to wear it, big brother!"
"Take it off..." The tall and thin man was speechless, "You are a bunch of disgraceful people."
Bai Jinshu stood by and watched all this, but an intuition arose from the bottom of his heart.
I'm afraid this gang will not have a good end.
The memories seem to have reached their peak here.
If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected will happen next.
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Ahhh, it's so late. I accidentally wrote more and more. The first 40+20 woohoo
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